The water that flowed into the throne room was clear as day, not a single speck of dirt, not a particle of impurities to be seen. Seeing that it was drawn from the open sea, that is bizarre. 'He must have purified it somehow as he pulled it through the glass...' Kaler assumed.
This stream of water continued to encase the soldiers. Before long, their once motionless bodies began to twitch, their eyes slowly opened and their wounds closed up and healed, like they were never there to begin with.
A few of them groggily sat up, gathering themselves and trying to get their bearings. Most were still regaining consciousness. The captain, the most formidable among them was the fastest to recover. He looked around the room and spotted Kaler.
